Treasure, Treasure, Treasure!
Davis fell into the chasm, disappearing into the misty clouds.
Defying the laws of gravity, he stepped forward and ventured further.
When they traversed here, it was not a straight plain. Davis knew they were increasingly climbing in altitude, so this place was actually the skies, making sense as to why this place hadn't been fully encased by the apocalyptic flames yet.
Therefore, he was now flying in at greater altitudes, perhaps only a few hundred thousand kilometers away from the ceiling of the realm. Here, the heaven and earth energy was denser and clouded his senses, so he expected that it applied to the dark dragon as well, considering that it was restricted and probably adjusted for the Empyreal Monarchs to be able to barely handle it.
Otherwise, he didn't see the meaning of this final level before the realm concoction finally began.
Davis ventured across the misty skies.